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Re: Stephan
DIR By: Jed McKenna
Date: October 27, 2014, 11:54 pm
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Dear S:
In my experience, to destroy something is to put even more
attachment into it. I love the expression that David Icke said
to me years ago (many).
Words to the effect of 'That's s h i t, I'm outa here.' Simple,
to the point, no drama b.s., just leave.
Ever drive a car with a trailer on it, maybe a boat or camper?
When you want to leave it somewhere, you don't destroy (usually,
unless it's some dumb reality TV show.) you just detach it.
Mechanically (you walk out) and electrically (you unplug the
tail light mechanism). What could be easier? You can then drive
off without another thought.
Love ya, Jed.
#Post#: 3539--------------------------------------------------
Re: Stephan
DIR By: Stephan Caspers
Date: October 28, 2014, 11:06 am
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Thanks for that crack Jed! Appreciated! :o
Emergency crap
It reminded of Neo meeting the Architect. Every sensation
monitored. Tons of those. You just sat on the Architect chair.
My mind gets triggered all like "Fck you! this is bullshít!
*middle finger*. Whilst I stand like Neo contemplating these
thought behaviors.
Halfway a test today I suddenly had the urge to pee. Omg how can
I hold on to that shít much longer! Not very comfortable holding
your shít together now is it?
On my way almost arriving home I barely avoided dogshít on the
pavement. Just when I was thinking how easy and direct shít can
let go. Only when viewed as crap I walk around it. Ironically
life is full of shít. It is really automatic to not step on the
poop. Yet everyone loves poop on their face, even I catch
myself. I could've stepped on the poop not caring, seems the ego
is picky deciding between high quality poop flavours.
Love you and further,
Stephan
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Re: Stephan
DIR By: Stephan Caspers
Date: October 29, 2014, 12:29 pm
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Atlantis
Its underneath my shoes. Between my nostrils. The sound from 10
minutes ago. The guitar guy of your second favorite band/singer.
Inside my shít. Not only can it be found in the deep waters of
the earth. It is a sky castle that floaths above your house
exactly at 5am at midnight. Hear the rooster sing it out at 7am.
Have you lost it? not quiet, cause it is the butterfly on your
tail. Stop chasing that tail. Be with what is and look! It
storms! I sit quietly watching from the window at mother natures
perfomance. Can you hear the drums? Yes, yes! Guitar solo! More
lighting bolts! A gentle landing of earliers butterfly on my
left shoulder, as we both be entertained by the spectacle of the
illusion.
Love you and further,
Stephan
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Re: Stephan
DIR By: Stephan Caspers
Date: October 31, 2014, 5:29 pm
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Systematic life
No need to ask mommy any selfmade permission dog: These puppets
shrink you in size. Gatekeepers of your no self. A made up
believe that doesn't make any sense! Who is holding what back?
Others tell me to behave, but whatever comes out of their mouth
is filtered from an idea, a lie.
This fabricated image of human existence, this living. Was earth
not enough for satisfaction? We human species are the only
living animals on earth stupid enough living an imitated dream.
For what? Making life a little bit secure? This imitation leads
to this bloody drama we call a life. We make up roles (parents),
importance (education), place visions upon ourself (The oscars
awards), ranking sytem (presidents). People fight wars to
maintain peace only to keep one imitated system in protection
from the another imitation. We all absorb this goal seeking
reality. You get promised currency when money is a made up
product by us.
Welcome to the matrix. People play silly sports, fighting wars
cause the system gives them permission to play. We all seek
meaning from this system, from this god, from this shít.
Is there really gold at the end of the rainbow Jed?
Love you and further,
Stephan
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Re: Stephan
DIR By: Jed McKenna
Date: November 1, 2014, 3:36 am
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Dear S;
Thank you. Is there gold at the end of the rainbow? I urge you
to not expect anything at all, and thus remain open to
everything.
Love ya, Jed.
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Re: Stephan
DIR By: Stephan Caspers
Date: November 1, 2014, 5:12 am
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Yes nothing is of value. A complete waste of time. Yet that's
how the living lie behaves. A meaning or desire gets curious
about a possible reward: A mental selfmade imitation of
overwhelming attachment. Putting as many clothes on as possible
till you fall on your side like a sumo wrestler. I dare not
dream of doing that. It's the ideal life here as far as I can
tell. Who am I to talk? None of my concerns.
Today someone said to me: No wifi, no life.
Disconnect all that shít. Take away all food in the world. It'll
be chaos! Nobody cares for others, all for one and one for all.
Love you and further,
Stephan
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Re: Stephan
DIR By: Jed McKenna
Date: November 1, 2014, 6:09 am
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;)
#Post#: 4088--------------------------------------------------
Re: Stephan
DIR By: Stephan Caspers
Date: November 4, 2014, 2:46 pm
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What the fox say?
Fück everything. Absolutely everything! Clearly the one and only
roadblock is thinking. No matter what is, its perfect. There is
an ego in this living dream designed for the purpose of seeking
meaning out of anything. When temptating thoughts occur, no
matter how farfetched, it's blinding me from truth. This isn't
anything personal, these thoughts are of no importance. It
doesn't matter where they come from. Or how they stimulate
imaginary drama. It's okay not to think alot. Then again, All
thoughts are meaningless data. Perfect target practise for
letting go.
Why the waiting (lazy)? No matter how many times I understand
that everything isnt what it is, the ego is bloody stupid. It's
design is only meant for seeking to go from A to B. With truth
there is no A or B. There is no one who can't stop thinking
cause there is no "me". The idea seeks control, but who or what
controls the idea? conceptual crap!
Give a name to this human personality that's fine, but NEVER
shall I claim any thoughts, attachments or feelings nor these
words. In the latest rant my biggest attachment I wrote down
would be language. Why can't humans communicate like animals?
The whole mind is infected with words cause it suits a stable
virtual living. Blah blah blah!
Love you,
Stephan
Pop!
#Post#: 4099--------------------------------------------------
Re: Stephan
DIR By: Jed McKenna
Date: November 4, 2014, 10:50 pm
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::)
#Post#: 4149--------------------------------------------------
Re: Stephan
DIR By: Stephan Caspers
Date: November 5, 2014, 4:09 pm
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Habits these days ::)
Who or what does all the distracting? Who or what feeds on
desire? The habit to do the same thing over and over again, what
does that? Is it perhaps the lack of attention I give this
child?
This is comfort. For who? No one can be comfortable except
inside the illusion of what is. Where do these habits come from?
The body collects data out of nowhere. Reprograms the data
through its natural filtering system out in the dream. Our brain
is constantly making noise. It's the alarm clock that can't be
shut off. Where do all these ideas come from? Beats me. Beats
who? Who does all the talking? And writing? Where does THAT come
from? Not from this mouth or these hands I want to fcking get
rid of these circling habits. The focus is off during this easy
period where things are going well for me. I got no worries, no
work or crap that I haven't got rid off (with exception of the
constant contemplation).
The idea is stupid. Chasing my own goddamn tail! Rubbing poop on
my face. What have I actually accomplished? This circling
comfortable dream gets boring! What isn't boring? Yes sometimes
I feel tired handling all this crap. Who exactly is tired? A
made up believe I finally notice now.
I know this is alot of attention given to imaginary data. The
weed is pulled out!
Love you,
Stephan
Pop!
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